Greg went to the cupboard and brought out a length of wide black ribbon which he wrapped around Marcie's eyes.
"Maybe that will keep your eyes under control," he growled.
He also untied each wrist rope from their rings and retied them to rings near the top of the poles, placing tension on Marcie's arms and lifting her breasts invitingly.
Greg then got a short, multi-tailed whip from the cupboard and began teasing Marcie's inflamed breasts with the loosely hanging tails. She thrust her sensitive nipples forward to try to make harder contact with the soft leather.
Quickly Greg drew the whip away and brought it down in a light stroke against Marcie's upper right inner thigh, a few inches below her pussy lips. For Marcie the change in focus of the painful pleasure was completely disorienting. Every muscle in her body tensed and the unexpected stimulus went straight to her clit. Although it wasn't painful, the suddenness caused her to cry out. Quickly Greg applied a similar stroke of the whip to the upper left thigh. Again the painful pleasure went straight to her clit. Again Marcie gave an involuntary exclamation. Greg brought the whip tails back to caress Marcie's breasts, gently massaging each with his free hand while rubbing the tails over the other. Left, right, left, right, thwack! Again the whip stroke was applied to the upper thigh; thwack again on the other one.
After several repeats of this process he changed the pattern, moving behind Marcie to allow the whip tails to move across her back before applying a moderate blow to first her left and then her right arse cheek. More caresses, more blows, slowly increasing in strength as her arse took on a rosy hue. After a while he returned to the front and resumed teasingly sliding the whip tails across her breasts and applying moderate blows to her upper thighs, growing ever closer to her cunt lips and clit.
Marcie's mind started playing tricks. Time lost all meaning, regulated entirely by the anticipation and feel of the next blow from the whip, interspersed with the soft caresses of the whip against the increasingly sensitive skin of her back and breasts. She wondered if the blows on her arse cheeks and thighs were becoming harder but had no way of knowing – her senses were in overload and she realised that she no longer knew the difference between pain and pleasure. Nor did she have any inkling of time; she floated in her own heavenly hell.
The sensations Marcie was feeling were very slowly and inexorably becoming more sexual. Every blow echoed in her clit, which she felt was now huge and sticking out from its hood. Without being able to touch it, she had no way of knowing whether this was in fact the case and the analytical part of her mind wondered if it was reality or merely imagination. However, that was irrelevant as each caress, each blow brought her closer to the orgasm she could feel building infinitely slowly.
Greg listened closely to Marcie's breathing as he continued the whip caresses and the now reasonably hard strokes on her thighs and arse cheeks. As yet he had not actually whipped her clit, but the strokes were now landing less than an inch away from her lips. What, he wondered, would the response be when he did beat her clit and lips directly. Marcie's breath was becoming more rapid and ragged; she was wriggling more, as much as her bonds would allow; she was drooling from her mouth, completely lost in her own world of sexual pain and pleasure. Caress, caress, caress, thwack, repeated over and over, front and back. Was it time for the big one? Should he let her cum and watch his beloved wife writhe in sexual ecstasy or should he stop before she came? His cock was rampantly standing to attention. It had never been as big. Precum was oozing from the opening and running down his ball sac and legs. It took all his effort to resist the urge to shove it in Marcie's cunt and ravish her. He knew that they would both cum in seconds – and then what? All over for the day?
The next time Greg was in front of Marcie the whip caressed her breasts and then, with a softer blow than he had been using, Greg guided the whip to her clit and cunt lips. For a split second there was no reaction and then Marcie screamed.
"No," she screamed, "It's too sensitive. Not there. Please not there. It hurts real bad there. Stop. Oooohh."
She subsided with a whimper, her whole body slumping and her weight being taken on her arms as her legs lost all power.
Greg was astonished by this reaction and almost brought the whole session to a close. But he realised that Marcie had not used the safe word, as she would have done if she had wanted the session to stop. So he decided that he should continue as before.
He moved behind Marcie, caressing her slouched back with the whip ends before whipping upward between her arse cheeks, allowing the ends of the whip to reach her clit. This brought an immediate response; Marcie's body went rigid, she threw her head back, breasts forward and let out a high pitched, keening wail. Without pause, Greg caressed her breasts with the whip then once again landed a slightly harder blow with the whip on her forward-thrust clit and cunt lips.
Another wail, more squirming, rapid, ragged breathing. To the back and more caressing of her back before a second blow directly between the legs. Another scream, more writhing, breasts thrust forward and hips vainly fucking the air in an attempt to gain that last bit of stimulation to cum. Front again, caressing the breasts then, in a departure from routine, two quick blows across the breasts, one on the left, one on the right with no recovery time between.
Marcie's body went into overdrive. Marcie had been lulled by the rhythm of the caresses and strokes, feeling the sexy feelings increasing, losing the ability to differentiate between pain and pleasure but rather interpreting all stimuli as being sexual and increasing her need to cum. The change in rhythm initially changed all this and the first blow on her cunt lips and clit was truly painful. But this quickly changed and repeated blows on these sensitive organs were translated immediately to a huge increase in sexual feelings, so much so that the analytical side of her brain wondered that she was able to feel such intense feelings without cumming or passing out. It was literally mindblowing. The blows to her breasts, already sensitised by the gentle beating with the dowel and then by the caresses with the whip, were translated into huge sexual feelings which swamped the sensory system throughout her whole body. She was in her own world, a world of stimulation that she could only escape by a massive orgasm. And she was building up to that right now.
Thwack. Another, harder (?) blow to her clit. Two more blows to her breasts, another blow from behind between her legs – she distinctly felt at least one of the lashes sting her clit, causing yet another surge in her level of sexual feelings. Then from the front she felt a series of whip blows, breast, clit, breast, breast, cunt lips and clit. The sensations lost any individuality, all was simply sex, sex and more sex. Totally out of control she came, writhing in ecstatic agony in her bonds, screaming at the top of her lungs, panting, sweating, gushing, the orgasm continued for what to Marcie seemed like hours.
Greg watched in awe as his lovely, usually reserved wife writhed in the ecstasy and agony of the hardest orgasm in her life. He was completely dumbfounded. He had been totally unaware that anyone could cum as hard as that. Had he seen this on video he would have thought it was simply over-acting, yet here it was in reality. How long had she been going now? Greg had lost track of time – maybe a minute, maybe longer, who knew? He watched as gradually his beloved came down from her high, her body very slowly relaxed. He placed his arms around her and gently cuddled her, feeling his cock seeking an entrance into her sopping cunt, but knowing instinctively that this was not the time – not yet.
Marcie felt herself slowly start to relax. She started to become aware of where she was, of other sensations, of Greg's presence next to her. Then she felt him embracing her, felt his cock rubbing against her sore cunt, became aware of a stinging pain from the whip in her cunt lips, clit and breasts, and became aware of the feelings of total satisfaction and fulfilment throughout her whole body. Waves of gratitude washed over her, gratitude that Greg could care so much about her that he would enable her to experience the amazing sensations she had during the past short time.
As Marcie came back to earth, Greg carefully and lovingly removed her blindfold, untied the ropes from her wrists and ankles and, taking her in his arms, carried her to the king size bed, laying her gently on the sheets.
"Thank you, my darling'" whispered Marcie.
Together they cuddled and dozed for a short time before Greg realised that the sexual stimulus from Marcie's orgasm had caused him a real hard problem, maintained, no doubt, by the close proximity of Marcie as they lay spooned on the bed. Greg adjusted his hips slightly to allow his cock to rub gently against Marcie's still sopping cunt lips. A slight moan came from Marcie. He lubricated his cock from her lips for a few moments and then carefully eased it into her cunt, feeling the incredibly sexy sensations as her silky lubrication caressed every inch of his monster. From behind he did not reach her cervix, but he was able to slowly and lovingly fuck in and out of her cunt, starting to build towards his own orgasm.
The movement of Greg in her cunt awoke Marcie from a deep, dreamless nap. She cast her mind back over what had so far happened this morning – and decided she wanted more. Timing her movement to when Greg had almost withdrawn, she quickly moved away from Greg and turned over.
"So you think it's your turn now? What's the story, a quick fuck then it's all over? Is that all I'm good for? I want some more. Have you forgotten that you still have to punish me for two misdemeanours? If I let you cum, will you still want more or will that be the end of our sexy day?"
